Flexible, I lean with wind and curve before its raging force; Flexible, I shift when snowflakes seek to send my path off course. Flexible, I tilt my head to follow path of arcing sun; Flexible, I bow my heart to Maker, when the day is done. * For more thoughts on this topic, visit Growing…
Flexible, I lean with wind
and curve before its raging force;
Flexible, I shift when snowflakes
seek to send my path off course.
Flexible, I tilt my head
to follow path of arcing sun;
Flexible, I bow my heart
to Maker, when the day is done.
*
For more thoughts on this topic, visit Growing With God in my Garden
This is exquisitely beautiful, Melody–a heart at peace because it is sheltered by God, no matter the external conditions of life. Wonderful (with a whispered wow)–God bless you–love, Caddo
Thank you so much, my friend – such lovely words…
This must be my day–I’m writing for Thanksgiving, an acrostic and a double haiku. Yep, I’m Really Grateful!
When it flows, it flows…
In abundance!
So you gather it up in bushels for the days when the pickings are slim, eh? 🙂
Kinda. Sorta. I never know, when I get up each day, if it’s going to be a sowing or reaping night. But it definitely gives me some breathing room, if I’ve got a few in the basket, ahead of schedule. And I’m still and always amazed–the Holy Spirit Muse is no joke, even as I usually smile when I write that! It’s a mystery to me how you manage to get up 3 per day, you brilliant genius poet teacher gardener mom, you.
Sometimes I feel that I will dry up one day and not be able to write – and then, there is a photograph, and I feel its poetry brewing as I linger – and I am very amazed at what comes out. It may dry up one day – so I want to have written what my heart needed so badly to say, while I had the voice to say it.
I suspect, dear Melody, that your well will NEVER run dry–even as I am confident that my own will not.
Deep wells tap into deep Sources? A nice thought.
I just had this image of you and I, busily writing away in our notebooks (or whatever), and the angel of the Lord frowning slightly as she says, “Girls! Put down those pens and come along now–He is waiting for you!”
Glory! To be called home while writing His praises – absolutely delectable idea!
Thought you might like it–better than ironing or vacuuming…
Or eating, spilling crumbs on the computer! 🙂
That would be me–being called Home when my mouth is full (and noodle or Cheerios bling on my shirtfront!)!!
*snort* Maybe that’s why they hand out those shiny clean robes at the front door?
Must be! (and I wonder if there are some wet wipes at the door too–for hands and mouth…)
Bahaha! Heavenly sanitizer? Wash all those nasty earth germs right off…
Or maybe they all just fall off, on the trip up?? I am so visualizing an angel up there with the Heavenly sanitizer!
I am, too. Signs posted saying ‘No SARS, Smallpox, or flu viruses allowed. Please deposit HERE.’ 🙂
And MRSA–
What a lot of great reasons to enjoy thoughts of home…
So worshipful and beautiful, Melody! Thank you so so much , for your faithfulness to come to Him and write!
Thanks for reading when I do! 🙂
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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